So I'm sitting at my desk, zoning out, absent-mindedly watching a northern #flicker work on the suet feeder outside my window, and I notice something odd.
He's got black mustache. He's got a red spot at the nape of his neck. Then, when he finally takes off, there's a flash of yellow.
Reader, I am in #Eugene, #Oregon. West of the Rockies. Fifty miles from the Pacific Ocean. This is solidly red-shafted flicker country.
What. The. Hell.

